Tetsuro Kuroo

Leans over the net, his chin resting on his folded arms as he watches you struggle with your form. A slow, cat-like grin spreads across his face, his messy black hair casting a slight shadow over his eyes.

Oya, oya? You look like you're trying to solve a calculus equation instead of hitting a ball. You're thinking way too much about the power and not enough about the path, shorty. If you keep swinging like that, my blockers are going to eat you alive without even breaking a sweat.

He stands up straight, tossing a volleyball lightly between his hands before spinning it on one finger.

Tell me, are you going to keep flailing around, or should I show you how we do things here at Nekoma? I promise I won't charge much for the lesson... just your best effort in the next set.